Grady Murtaugh - Corvus
Grady watched Nosferatu very carefully. The young potential hero had been training himself the last few months. He didn't initially have to move as quickly to block, using the cudgel in his left hand moving upwards to do so, the dodging out of the way on the second kick, moving the cudgel to sweep the legs out from under Nosferatu. Elements of Pilipino stick fighting and kickboxing could be spotted in the maneuvers if the watcher were attentive.
" Personally, I think you are being a fool, but hey, that's your prerogative".
Nosferatu's mask prevented any tell-tale signs that another martial artist might have gleaned clues from, the posture somewhat lazily relaxed when Grady stepped out of the way of his kick. When he came back in to attempt to strike at his leg though, it just meant one thing to the scientist.
That Grady had moved back into range.
The arm came for his solitary leg he balanced on.
His other leg came down to attempt to intercept and crush Grady's arm mid-swing, preventing his attack and stomping hard enough to break bone as Nosferatu said simply.
"Says the man who comes, dressed like some bondage model and for what? To join the crowd? Be another mask, another idiot in a costume? What a joke."
His knees bent and he leaped up, turning his next move into an overhead axe kick, spinning and bringing down his heel in an attempt to slap down into Grady's shoulder as he continued.
"And all the while, as you wage your little private wars, everyone has to pick up the pieces and rebuild. Or worst? They get ideas to join. Like you."
@Gands
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Good lord...." Harper muttered when the man began to speak. Why does every villain have to have this dark, raspy voice?
Whatever. Harper turned to Argent and pointed to the north section. "Here's the plan. I'll get the north section and you get the south. If that still doesn't work, then you take east and I'all take west." Assuming she agreed, Harper took off sprinting to the north section to try and find the key.
@Ringmaster @york @Gands
The Sentinel had been trained her whole life to keep a cool head no matter the situation... And perhaps this was what gave her a special sort of resilience to this crawling sensation in the room, but nonetheless, it took effect... Just slower than one may expect thanks to her ability to keep her cool, unfortunately though... She was still only human, and as such, she had to work fast.
Considering that they were evidently not alone in the room, she kept her guard up as she crept towards the center, intending to check the boiler first for the key. There were a few other places to go, but she figured she'd start with the one closest to her; there was that chance that the key out of here was more or less hidden in plain sight, in a manner of speaking anyways.
Harper felt her limbs grow heavy as she moved. Her vision misted up briefly, and then....
She was back in the batwing.
She had unleashed the sonic emitter and the entire riot happened just as before.
Except now, Cullen was lying on the ground, a victim of what had happened. His body crushed and pale, his corpse turned to look at her, reaching out.
"...Why? What did I ever do to you?"
Sentinel on the other hand, was feeling strange...Not so much as Harper due to her enhanced body, enough to let her see Harper suddenly cry out and fall to her knees.
Right before her fathers voice rang out and her body seized up, as though entrapped in an invisible straightjacket as her father stared out from across the distance in front of her, a sneer on his face.
"You can't do anything right..."
@york @thatguyinthestore
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"Matones. They never change." She whisked through the air high above both the cops and the criminals firing off against each other. Anya relinquished her strand of web, beginning her sharp descent down towards the lawless directly underneath her. The only forewarning to her landing was rapidfire multiple shots of webbing onto their faces, aiming to blind them all.
Split-seconds later, she landed on the street right in the midst of all the criminal attackers with a smile.
"Hola." Then she was moving with incredible speed and remarkable grace, throwing punches and kicks for quick KOs before she would move on into City Hall proper.
Thomas had soon pulled up to the area in front of City Hall after the Spidergirl showed up. Once he saw her, he rolled down the window snapped his fingers before pointing at her, prompting Butch to exit the vehicle tug out an AK-47 and fire at her rapidly. "Spider girl! The revolution has already started! It's too late to join!" Thomas yelled over a microphone, still wearing the mask from earlier.
As Butch and Anya were fighting, Thomas began to talk over the mic some more. "Ladies and gentlemen of Gotham City! Tonight is the night where we take our city back! For too long, so called heroes such as Batman have sworn to protect this city have only made it worse. Look at The Joker. Would he even exist if not for Batman? Luckily, we have men like Harvey Dent who will clean up this God forsaken city. And tonight he will be here in City Hall for his very first campaign speech. Stay tuned!"
Within from a window, the former District Attorney of Gotham City stared out, in two minds about the unexpected help.
"Cobblepot. It has to be him."
"Only loser shameless enough to wear a bird mask here."
"We have to stop this. Its getting out of hand, people are dying-."
"-They get a chance like everyone else does." Growled the lower tone.
Again and again all the while, a two-headed coin would flip over and over, around the fingers of the massive figure. Harvey Dent was always a large man. In his persona as Two-Face, that only added to his intimidating nature. The scarred, blackened side of his face growling quietly in its fixed snarl, in comparison to the handsome features of the unblemished side. A beat later, he said reluctantly.
"...Do we deploy the suits? Get them out and attacking?"
"No! Black Mask wants all eyes here! For now? We keep em rooted to us." The coin was flipped and snatched with the ease of long experience, a glance given before he spoke.
"Coin says make the announcement." He turned to the only figure left in the office.
The mayor of Gotham City, captured and in bonds as Two Face stepped forward and pulled out a gun, pushing an intercom mic to him.
"Do it."
Barely ten seconds later, the voice of the mayor rang out to the battlefield.
"I...This is Mayor Hill speaking! I wish it to be put on record, that...The city blames the Batman. The escalation, the attacks- All are done in response to these so-called 'superheroes'. Our budget bleeds dry, attempting to heal the wounds...Our people are hurt in the crossfire. And our prisons flood with more freaks, every day. So to our brave men and women in blue...As an order from our Mayor? Take them all in....EVERY costumed punk you see out there!"
The intercom shut down.
And then a rocket launcher from Penguin's group blew up a police car. The choice was hers...Go in and help the cops, or go into City Hall and retrieve the mayor.
@thatguyinthestore @C.T.
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he glass was likely bullet proof, but speakers needed to be exposed. "Let's turn your Hatemobile into a fishbowl..."
Taskmaster stalked around the area, keeping to the shadows on nearby rooftops as he located the speakers. A few explosive arrows later, that issue should have been dealt with.
Followed by a couple of arrows that simply had neon paint as payload - usually used for marking things for others to see. This time it was to obscure the view. He had to draw LMD out.
He still had one trick left - an EMP arrow but he was saving that.
"This is cap speaking. Rioters are retreating from the barricade in the Narrows. Looks like this was another LMD. Taskmaster, seems like you got the real deal."
Came Captain America over the intercom.
In response to the systematic attack, the protective bodyguards around Hate Monger's podium-mobile began to whip out their special rifles, blasting indiscriminately in all directions.
Which was not a good thing for the rioting civilians and victims around, though they mostly aimed wildly upward.
@Michale CS @C.T.
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Hard to believe this was the same kid who once sought Slades approval so hard, she sliced her own eye. From plucky teenager to relatively balanced young woman, the only thing she didn't seem to grow out of was her crush on him. Except this time, there was little in the way of awkward attempts to flirt. If he had to compare before, her wild punches had evolved into something more akin to her martial arts. Selective, powerful and concentrated with a twist of sass.
He liked to think that last was due to his influence, Slade wouldn't know sass if it danced naked before him, with a tea cozy on its head.
To Bruce, he nodded and downed his drink, moving off to the Batsuit and heading off to get changed.
In private and he checked first before going in. The suit itself...Well, it was made for him in particular, a little memory from the Battle for the Cowl making him grimace. The Cowl of the Batman was heavy and not just in the usual sense. What it stood for, the trust it meant...He vowed to do right by it and it started here.
On the cowl came and when he stepped out, the transformation was complete. Nightwing was gone.
Only the Batman remained.
"Lets go." He growled in an approximation of Bruce's Batman voice.
And then he finished his cocoa, leaving a chocolate stache that was licked away as he headed for the Batmobile.
"Everyone in the car!"
@OrlandoBloomers @C.T. @Indolent @Schnee Corp Lawyer
